Sitting by the campfire, drinking a stale Bud Light, watching my best friend Carmen desperately trying to get with this guy who wasn’t interested, I saw James coming up the long driveway, his walk, confident and brisk, was heading right for me. That is what my twisted, self-centered mind told me at least.
In reality, James was simply coming to hang out with friends, drink a few beers, and forget about the girl who’d dumped him less than 48 hours prior.
I didn’t know any of this at the time. I knew nothing about him, except for the bulging arms prying at the elastic of his white T-shirt, the wavy auburn hair, and dark eyes that continued to glance in my direction every couple of minutes.
The night wore on as the ten of us sat around the fire. I continued giving James my best *come talk to me* eyes, but he was either too preoccupied with thoughts of a love lost, or wasn’t interested in what I had to offer.